The morning felt wrong the second I opened my eyes. The kind of wrong that sat in your stomach like a stone, heavy and cold, before your brain even caught up to why. Then it hit me again: Aria’s funeral.I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to breathe. If I stayed perfectly still, maybe I could trick myself into thinking it wasn’t real. But the clock kept ticking, the sunlight kept slanting in through the blinds, and my chest kept rising and falling, stubbornly alive while hers never would again.A soft knock on my door broke the silence. “Hazelnut?” Taranis’s voice, low and careful, like he already knew I was on the edge of shattering.I swallowed, wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, and croaked, “Yeah?”He pushed the door open, leaning against the frame. His hair was messy, like he hadn’t even tried to fix it yet, and his eyes lingered on me for a moment before he crossed the room. He crouched in front of me, resting one hand on my knee.“We’ve got to get ready,” he said. “But… we
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